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Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Seventeen-year-old Emily likes her life the way it is: doting parents, good friends, good school in a safe neighborhood. Sure, she's curious about her biological father—the one who chose life in a motorcycle club, the Reign of Terror, over being a parent—but that doesn't mean she wants to be a part of his world. But when a reluctant visit turns to an extended summer vacation among relatives she never knew she had, one thing becomes clear: nothing is what it seems. Not the club, not her secret-keeping father and not Oz, a guy with suck-me-in blue eyes who can help her understand them both.
Oz wants one thing: to join the Reign of Terror. They're the good guys. They protect people. They're…family. And while Emily—the gorgeous and sheltered daughter of the club's most respected member—is in town, he's gonna prove it to her. So when her father asks him to keep her safe from a rival club with a score to settle, Oz knows it's his shot at his dream. What he doesn't count on is that Emily just might turn that dream upside down.
No one wants them to be together. But sometimes the right person is the one you least expect, and the road you fear the most is the one that leads you home

Katie McGarry is beyond one of my favorite authors and cannot wait to get my hand on this new series of hers!

Thursday, June 12, 2014

She has everything she's ever wanted. But not her memory...When Chloe fell asleep in study hall, it was the middle of May. When she wakes up, snow is on the ground and she can't remember the last six months of her life.Before, she'd been a mediocre student. Now, she's on track for valedictorian and being recruited by Ivy League schools. Before, she never had a chance with super jock Blake. Now he's her boyfriend. Before, she and Maggie were inseparable. Now her best friend won't speak to her.What happened to her? Remembering the truth could be more dangerous than she knows..

I've seen quite a few mixed reviews about this so I was a little apprehensive about reading it, but even though there were quite a few bad reviews for this book, I loved it. Some people say it wasn't mysterious, that the mystery was obvious from the beginning, but I was guessing up until the very end. I had no idea and I loved that about the book.

Chloe was such a great main character. I like Richards formed her well and made her into such a believable character. I felt all her pains and my heart was racing along with hers. And Adam, boy oh boy, was he dreamy. He was such a heartfelt character toward Chloe, and I loved him even after the plot twist. He was such a genuine person and was such an unselfish person.

Monday, August 26, 2013

When twenty-one-year-old Leah Carter’s latest one night stand burglarizes her apartment, her roommate forces her to attend therapy for sex addicts. Leah insists she isn’t a sex addict; she just doesn’t do relationships. After all, sooner or later, everyone lets you down.At first, the group sessions are little more than an education on how to be promiscuous. Until she meets the newest addict—blue eyes, killer body, and a smile that tempts relapse.Psychology student Will McLean is posing as a fellow addict while researching a case study on unusual addictions. But the more he learns about Leah, the more certain he is that his desire to break through her walls and unearth her secrets has nothing to do with his assignment.As the uncertainties spike alongside the sexual tension, the only thing Leah knows for sure is that falling in love would be disastrous. Too bad love might be one addiction she can’t kick.

Excerpt

At random points in the past seven days, moments from last week’s session had surfaced in her mind, completely steering her thoughts away from whatever she’d been doing at the time. It had been extremely confusing when she’d been vegging out watching a late night documentary on the migration of wildebeest, and then suddenly, she was thinking about the way Blue Eyes had stood up for her. About the genuine indignation in his voice that had caught her so off guard.

Or the next day when she’d been decorating cake pops with Helena, and suddenly she was remembering the way Blue Eyes had looked at her when he handed over her jacket. Not with the lust of a one night stand or the disgust of some of her classmates or even with the disregard of the other addicts.

He had just looked … thoughtful. Like he wanted to ask her something, and he might actually care about how she’d answer.

Or maybe it was just her imagination twisting the moment into something else.

She sensed him settle into the chair next to her, which made her stomach tighten with excitement. She should just get that apology out of the way, but she wasn’t very good at saying she was sorry. She’d probably screw it all up. So instead, she focused on the counselor as he walked in, maintaining her glare, and determined not to acknowledge the guy beside her. Even though the side of her body nearest to Blue Eyes burned with awareness.

He was close enough that she could lift her hand if she wanted and bridge the distance between them, feel the warmth of his skin against her fingertips. Her resolve weakening, she stole a quick glance in his direction. He looked just as good as she remembered. Better even. This time, his sleeves were short, and the way he stretched his arms back to lace his fingers behind his head made the thin cotton stretch across his chest and his biceps bulge. Her throat went dry. Her pulse quickened.

His gaze shifted, met hers, stayed. There was a question in his eyes, the exact look she’d recalled during her wildebeest documentary, and she wanted to know what it meant.

She drew slow, deep breaths through her nose to steady her heart rate. Just faintly, she caught the scent of what must have been either his cologne or his soap. Fresh sea. Warm sun. Rich earth. It made her want to press her face into that tiny dip at the base of his neck and inhale deeply.

Friday, August 23, 2013

When fifteen-year-old Clary Fray heads out to the Pandemonium Club in New York City, she hardly expects to witness a murder -- much less a murder committed by three teenagers covered with strange tattoos and brandishing bizarre weapons. Then the body disappears into thin air. It's hard to call the police when the murderers are invisible to everyone else and when there is nothing -- not even a smear of blood -- to show that a boy has died. Or was he a boy?This is Clary's first meeting with the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons. It's also her first encounter with Jace, a Shadowhunter who looks a little like an angel and acts a lot like a jerk. Within twenty-four hours Clary is pulled into Jace's world with a vengeance, when her mother disappears and Clary herself is attacked by a demon. But why would demons be interested in ordinary mundanes like Clary and her mother? And how did Clary suddenly get the Sight? The Shadowhunters would like to know. . . . Exotic and gritty, exhilarating and utterly gripping, Cassandra Clare's ferociously entertaining fantasy takes readers on a wild ride that they will never want to end

Review

So, I know like everyone in the book blogging world has read this book but me. I could never bring myself to read this book. The synopsis was just so not me and honestly, the cover also deterred me. But, my boyfriend recently started reading this series because of the movie that came out Wednesday, so I decided to give it a chance to. And it was pretty good.

I really didn't get into the book until about half way through it. The beginning I thought was sort of slow and I found myself skipping parts and having to go back and reread what I thought I had already read. But from the half point of this book on was so fast paced and exhilarating that I couldn't stop reading!

I love Clary, she's snarky and so brave. She's like one of the best main characters I've read about. She changed so much throughout this book and I loved watching her change. And I loved Jace and Clary together. Jace and Clary just match perfectly. I love Jace's personality all around. There is like nothing I would change about him. I really liked Simon too, buttttttttt I have to pick Jace!

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Loving
Chris Henderson would be wrong. Diabolically disastrous. I mean, what is there
about him to love? He’s moody, bossy, brooding, a control freak, and that’s on
a good day … but there was one achingly obvious fact that haunted my every
thought, every minute of every day …

He
sure could kiss.

As the countdown to
the new millennium begins, there is one thing everyone agrees on: no one wants
to be in Onslow for New Year’s Eve.

So that can only mean one thing: road trip!

No longer the mousey, invisible, shy girl from years ago, Tammy
Maskala is finally making up for all those lost summers. A new year with new
friends, which astoundingly includes the bossy boy behind the bar, Chris
Henderson.

She likes her new friends (at least most of them), so why does she
secretly feel so out of place?

After chickening out on the trip, a last-minute change of heart sees
Tammy racing to the Onslow Hotel, fearing she’s missed her chance for a ride.
The last thing she expected to meet was a less-than-happy Onslow Boy leaning
against his black panel van.

Now the countdown begins to reach the others at Point Shank before the
party is over and the new year has begun. Alone in a car with only the
infuriating Chris Henderson, Tammy can’t help but feel this is a disastrous
start to what could have been a great adventure. But when the awkward road trip
takes an unexpected turn, Tammy soon discovers that the way her traitorous heart
feels about Chris is the biggest disaster of all.

Fogged up windows, moonlight swimming, bad karaoke and unearthed
secrets; after this one summer nothing will ever be the same again.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The "Superlatives Series" is about seniors at a Florida high school who are selected for their class Who's Who categories, and how the labels change the way they view themselves and alter the course of their lives.

Monday, August 12, 2013

I met him at a carnival, of all corny places. The summer I turned eighteen, in that chaos of neon lights and cheap thrills, I met a man so sweet, so beautiful, he seemed to come from another world. We had one night: intense, scary, real. Then I ran, like I always do. Because I didn’t want to be abandoned again.But I couldn’t run far enough.I knew him as Evan that night. When I walked into his classroom, he became Mr. Wilke.My teacher.I don’t know if what we’re doing is wrong. The law says one thing; my heart says screw the law. I can’t let him lose his job. And I can’t lose him.In the movies, this would have a happy ending. I grow up. I love, I lose, I learn. And I move on. But this is life, and there’s no script. You make it up as you go along.And you don’t pray for a happy ending. You pray for it to never end.

Review

Gosh, this book was freaking fantastic. Beautiful. Delightful. Mesmerizing. There are so many words that could describe this book. We've all read about forbidden romances, with either teachers or for some other reasons. But Leah Raeder takes that forbidden romance to a whole new level.

I love the allure to forbidden love and that is what ultimately drove me to read this book. I've also had my own forbidden romance and I love reading about other peoples. There's just something so thrilling about it and irresistible that a lot of people want to or have had one.

Maise O'Malley made this whole book. Raeder captured her voice perfectly. I automatically just wanted to be her best friend. I wish I knew someone like her in real life. She is just utterly fantastic. So witty and brave and just perfect all around. Her life growing up may not have been perfect but that shaped her into the character she was in the book. Raeder's writing made Maise come alive and I felt like I was actually living this whole story out with her.

Evan wasn't too bad himself either. I wish I knew someone like him. Maybe a little younger then he was but he was so perfect. He cared so much for Maise and was just so captivating. The steamy scenes between him and Maise were to freaking die for!

I must must must say that I LOVE Raeder's writing. Everything about it was so captivation and poetic. I've never seen a writing style quite like hers and I WILL read anything else that she comes out with.